world outside my window part eleven
shaded by the building's shadow, the workers continued to paint the sides of each and every building around my area. ever so often hearing them shout out to the various households; to close their bedroom or kitchen windows - in mixed dialect, english and malay ... these indian workers balancing on gondoliers with pulleys down each side, whose job was to give new life to the weather-wearied walls of our flats, for the past 2 weeks ... and i wonder, do they enjoy their job?the shadow casts on the other side of the building at another time during the day, where they are shielded not from the blazing sun, but still they work. for tis a job they have to do, to survive, to live ... and sometimes it is a "need to" rather than a "want" ... they have their job, and so do i.
heard one of them singing a little ditty today. that brought a sullen smile to my current disposition. for mayhap we all need to find "our little song", our own form of "enjoyment" and mayhap the day will go about a little easier and happier :)
